Summer Fading Slow

August gold is turning pale

Shadows stretch along the trail

Your hand was warm inside of mine

Now we're running out of time (mmmmm)

I can feel the northern breeze

Stirring up the maple trees

Oh, the sun is slipping down

On our little harbor town

We had the summer in our hands

Writing promises in the sand

Now the tide is pulling back

Leaving only a faded track (yeah)

Pack the car and close the door

We don't talk about it anymore

Just a postcard left behind

To keep the memory aligned

(ohhh) And maybe autumn brings a clearer view

But I'll still be looking for the sun

with you

Oh, the sun is slipping down

On our little harbor town

We had the summer in our hands

Writing promises in the sand

Now the tide is pulling back

Leaving only a faded track

Only a faded track...

Summer's gone (mmmm)